Watching those guys pummel each other so no one would suspect them of being weak was too much for me. Their reputations were more important than their faces.

A lot of you cared, just not enough.

Because what if I got to know you and you turned out to be just like they said? What if you weren’t the person I hoped you were? That, more than anything, would have hurt the most.

His door is closed behind me. It's staying closed. He's letting me go. I think I've made myself very clear, but no ones stepping forward to stop me. A lot of you cared, just not enough. And that...that is what i needed to find out. And I did find out. And I'm sorry.

Teens in the '90s had the same basic desires as they do now.

Could be my soul mate / two kindred spirits / Maybe we're not / I guess we'll never / know

We both laugh. And it feels good. A release. Like laughing at a funeral. Maybe inappropriate, but definitely needed.